Vagabond Multilingual Journal Spring 2005 | Page 5
Tatyana Shmygol 1. In between the grey clouds the summer is stuck And disheveled fans of peonies Are sold near the subway station Old women sell fennel And strawberries in funny awkward baskets And through the squeaking of tramways with a gasoline smoke Stuf?ness presses into my forehead.
2. Here the cloud has exploded like a muscle Above a yellow-bellied traf?c light A prick of a toy in A clap of the thunderstorm above my ear Steps on the sprinkled asphalt Here, the green is wet, linen: I’ll press with my whole body—what if you recognize me? At least by the ?ngerprints?.. Tatyana Shmygol
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